Chapter 2: Across the East

We upped sticks and left.

This was how easy things sounded in retrospect, in reality it was everything but. The sheer amount of stuff that had to be sold, unrolled, disposed of was ridiculous and in between I had also had to plan an epic journey across the entire width of Russia towards Europe, while also planning and preparing stuff in Germany.

Now, with only three days to go before the departure, I had most of the preparing done. Flight plans were prepared and pre-filed, pending any changes to accommodate unforeseen weather or the unpredictable nature of Russian authorities, the house would be sold by an agency once we had vacated it, and my trusty old Saratoga had found a new home in the local aviation club. It would become the steed than many future students would earn their IFR rating on, just like I had done. Not needing to make any money on it, I had sold it to them for a token price of a hundred dollars to satisfy the authorities, who were bound to take a dim view on someone just donating a plane worth a quarter of a million to a small flying club.

Sofia and I had settled into a comfortable routine. True to her ‘confession’, she had spent every day with little to no clothing, unless she had to leave the house of course. The stockings and garters had been a gimmick she had thought up just for me and my birthday, so for most of the days she had just worn those funny open-cupped bras of hers and on some days, not even those.

I certainly began to understand why most men had a bit of a problem with her nudist streak. For the first week it had kept me on an endless loop of horniness, leading to an almost permanent hard-on. Not wanting to prove her fears true, I had developed a routine to discreetly retire and take care of the problem in the guest bathroom, but Sofia had developed quite an effective system to let me know when she was in a mood to take care of it herself.

When she was completely naked, without even her bra, it was our ‘secret code’ that she would consider any self-help on my part as a dereliction of duty on her part. I was supposed to walk up to her and help myself to any relief I fancied. There is definitely something to be said for having a drop-dead gorgeous woman living in your home who takes pride in sucking you off three times and being bent over the nearest piece of furniture for a jolly ol’ seeing-to in one day. And that’s not even mentioning how sound one is asleep after such a day of debauchery.

Seeing her wear a that excuse for a bra thing didn’t automatically mean she wasn’t in the mood for anything, but it usually meant she was in for a more gentle approach in the evening and I was left to my own devices during the day.

Thankfully now, over ten days after my birthday, the novelty had worn off a bit. Not that I could imagine ever growing tired of the view but I had learned enough control of body and mind not to run around with a perma-erection all day and I could actually concentrate on my tasks at hand.

Today, however, her signals were, to put it mildly, less than subtle. Not only was she completely naked, meaning that she was in a frisky mood, but on top of that she had plopped a buttplug into her rear-end, complete with a faux pony tail attached to it. She had been wearing it all day and had insisted on calling me ‘master Ian’. Now, technically, I was still rather inexperienced in sexual matters, but her calling me master all day and the quite obviously positioned tub of KY Jelly and a blindfold on the dinner table left little to guess about what she wanted me to do.

Having put the finishing touches on planning our journey, I got rid of my shorts, the only thing I had been wearing, and walked out into the living room with an obvious manifestation of male arousal on display. I grabbed the blindfold off the table and ordered Sofia sternly to come over. She gasped excitedly and hurried to my side, eagerly awaiting what I was about to do with her. Without much ado, I blindfolded her and gently pushed her down to her knees. I swiftly inserted myself into her mouth and began moving my hips, holding her in place with my hand on the back of her head.

She eagerly sucked on my manhood as I slowly slid back and forth, each time probing a bit deeper into her throat. Her whimpering and the obvious drops on the floor as her pussy was gushing with arousal told me that I had guessed correctly that she was hoping for a slightly more dominant performance from me.

Since she hadn’t been in the mood for anything over the last two days and I had not felt the need for any solo therapy, my armoury was well stocked and the fun didn’t last an awfully long time. With a grunt and a gently push to the back of her head I buried myself deep in her throat and emptied myself down her gullet. She eagerly swallowed everything and licked me clean.

“That was well done, my girl,” I said in the most patronizingly posh tone I could muster. “Now go whatever preparation you have to do and I will help myself to your cute little arse.”

“Yes, master Ian,” she she confirmed obediently and scurried off towards the bathroom. Seeing that she seemed to have little problems to find her way, despite still being blindfolded, I suspected this was not the first time she had navigated these halls in that condition.

By the time she came back, I had recovered from round two and I was ready for the main course. I was about to grab the tub of KY but found it missing, until I saw her holding it in the one hand she wasn’t using to explore her surroundings. Eventually, she had found me and turning her around I could see she had lubed herself up very generously, which helped removing the buttplug which now easily slipped out and revealed her well-stretched back passage, waiting for me.

Knowing that I wasn’t exactly a rival to Rocco Sifredi or Long Dong Silver, I had expected to slip in easily, but despite the generous lubrication it still took quite an effort to start pushing myself very slowly into her delicate rear-end. I stopped several times to give her time to get used to the intrusion, even though I suspected she wasn’t a novice at this either.

By the time I finally started picking up a rhythm, Sofia was already half-way gone, grunting and wailing for more and harder pounding and I duly obliged, thrusting forward forcefully, which made her squeal and cheer me on, although by now I suspected she had switched to Hungarian as it sounded like utter gibberish to me.

As much as I started to enjoy this, ravishing her petite arse in earnest, I also noticed that I was seriously running out of steam. A standing doggy-style pounding looked so easy in the porn movies, but I wasn’t exactly the fittest person in the world, heck I wasn’t even the fittest person in this sexual encounter. Thankfully I was spared my blushes as Sofia came up a storm, having diddled her gushing pussy as I worked on her rear-end. With her customary low guttural grunt, that sounded completely out of place coming from such a delicate woman, she collapsed onto the sofa and we both ended up gasping for air.

“You’re not new to this, are you?” I asked, but to my surprise she shook her head as she took off the blindfold.

“That was my first time. I saved my rear for you,” she said and gave me a happy smile.

“Probably because I’m not as big as other guys,” I speculated, a bit self-conscious.

“Rubbish, silly,” she said and put my hand on her boob. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. All the girls who say they want a guy with a really long thing, they’re lying. What they want is girth, and boy, you definitely don’t have to be worried on that side.”